Unwillingly His

Ellie's POV “Mum, I can't marry him.” I didn't sit. I stood my ground, hands folded, as my eyes fixed on her. “How do you expect me to spend my life with someone I don't know, and I've never met before?” My voice almost gave way. She looked up. Not even blinking. "You will. You'll marry him, and you'll get to know him.” She sat up, adjusted herself on the bed she sat on. Her expression changed. Something lighter. “Don't worry, you're going to love him as you get to know him.” A smile crossed her face. “Remember how I knew your father, the king? I met him just this way. I was a young, naive princess just like you, but I got to know him better after our marriage, and we're still in love till this moment.” My mum told me the story she has been telling me for decades. I could literally recite every word. I'm sure she wanted me to prepare for this moment. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “But mum, I have dreams, I want to continue my studies, travel round the world, treat sick p

Ellie's POV The doors opened and the music started. My father offered his arm and I took it because my legs needed something to hold onto. The aisle stretched ahead of us, lined with faces I didn't know, all watching, all waiting. I kept my face forward. I couldn't see the groom's face properly while we walked. My veil was covered. But I'd still see it every day of my life… I irked. I hated the feeling already. I wanted my career first and then marry the one I'll fall in love with someday. Not an arranged marriage I never bargained for. But I always knew it might end up like this. My mum always says I don't behave like a princess. Yes! I'm the only child of my parents and the only one who gets the Royalty training. It sucks! A lot of the time, I'm lonely. The veil was taken off and we took the Vow. I couldn't behold the face I saw. The young handsome-built man standing before me was my husband. Maybe I got lucky after all. No, I'm not. I didn't want this. Lucky

Jayden's POV My screen light shone with a notification sound. I picked up my phone. It was a message from my PA stating the meeting time with the investment group. I took a deep breath, stood up and walked to the bathroom. I stayed at the hotel longer than usual. I'd have gone home before dawn. But going home means facing her. The woman I was now married to. She didn't choose this either. I could see it on her face at the altar. But that doesn't change anything. She didn't look like someone who'd make this easy either. I could tell just from looking at her. Something behind her eyes that wasn't afraid of me. Or maybe I read her wrong. I didn't want her. That's one thing I know. I never wanted to get married. Standing at that altar with her yesterday was never part of my plan. I made a mistake and my father found the perfect way to use it. Marriage was his condition. His way of testing if I was still the man he raised or some broken, weary man. Regardless of how heartbroken

Ellie's POV“Ellie, open the door for me”Yes! That was it, but I wasn't going to give in quickly.“Ellie, are you there? open the door, I'm stuck here, I don't know what happened to the lock. I think I'm locked from outside.”I pressed my lips together. My shoulders were shaking from the effort of not laughing.He still hadn't figured it out, that he was locked by someone. By me.I waited. Silence on both sides, He was expecting a response and I wasn't giving one.Then the knocking started with much shouting.“Is someone there, I'm stuck here.”I knew at this moment, I had to speak. Maybe a little longer.But I couldn't hold it anymore. The laughter came before I could stop it.The laughter got to his ear, and he kept knocking harder.“Ellie, are you there? Have you been there all this while and I've been knocking and asking for help?” He paused, then with a calm tone he spoke again. “Please open the door for me.” “Oh! You knew how to ask nicely with ‘Please’? Well, I locked the d

Ellie's POV I walked upstairs to my father in-law's study room where he called for me. I had gone back to my room after breakfast, when he sent the maid to call me. She led me into the study room. I noticed how big it was. I moved slowly to the side, as I touched most of the books. I've never seen a study room this big and spacious. My father's own was nothing compared to this one. The bookshelves were neatly arranged. He didn't have to. I noticed the books were arranged accordingly. This is huge and lovely. “Ellie” Mr Spark called, as he walked behind me to the place where his table and chairs were. That was a different room itself. Yes! They're billionaires, but they do have a very good taste. I'd give them that and still commend them. I walked with him and he directed me to a chair to sit as he sat on his chair opposite mine with a table across. The chair felt too straight. The table between us was too wide. I folded my hands on my lap and sat like someone waiti